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About Berlin

But real talk, it’s a mixed bag. The glitz? Fake as hell. Peelin’ paint, creaky beds—ugh, makes me wanna hurl. Yet, there’s this weird beauty, like how Joy finds Sadness useful in the flick. Brothels show humanity raw—grubby, horny, hilarious. I’d exaggerate and say it’s a dragon’s lair, but nah, just folks bein’ folks. Oh, and the typos? Screw it—brohtel, brothle, who gives a toss? I’m ramblin’, but you get me! “You shall not pass!” ‘til you see the art in it, mate!

"All human beings are born free and equal in dignity and rights." ~ UN

So, first off, you've got the lovely Starnberger See – the big, shimmering lake that just steals the show. I often stroll by its banks on sunny afternoons, letting the gentle waves lull me into a kinda trance. You'll find cute cafes around the Hafen area on Seestraße where everyone chats and the coffee is just killer. Sometimes, I catch myself thinking, "Happy Birthday, Mr. President," as if life itself is throwing out spontaneous birthday wishes.

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